OMG speaking of, I have a new riddle!! I worked really hard on this one lol. Here ya go:
I court a lake that fits a cup, I woo the wind that heats it up. My hands are calm, my pulse is wild- For every end begins beguiled.
I swear I’ll stop, I swear I’m free- Yet kneel again before the sea That steams, that sings, that waits for me.
The answer is a little niche. But the real ones will get it. I apologise in advance for how hard this is lol.
@fancysheepnacho @criticbutlikeimfriendlyso and @ anyone else who wants to give it a go!










